I don’t know if there actually is a world of competitive sideburns. I’m going to assume there is because there are so many ridiculous pseudo-sports out there. In terms of interest, I would rank competitive sideburns just below hot dog eating and just above curling.

When I was young, my haircuts always alternated from bowl cuts to buzz cuts depending on the season. This wasn’t because either were particularly stylish, it was simply because my Dad cut the hair in our house.

His tools were simple: one electric clippers, one neck duster, and an ancient pair of thinning shears.

The shears were a relic from the 30’s (last sharpened pre-WWII), the electric clippers were actually intended for dog grooming, and the neck duster had stiffened with age to the point that it felt less like bristles and more like a wire paint stripper.

When I was a teenager, I wore those really short running socks that are virtually invisible when wearing shoes. In college, I preferred slightly longer ankle socks. In my mid-to-late-twenties it was crew socks. Currently, I wear mid-calf hiking socks that are dressy enough to match my daily shirt and slacks outfits.

If I’m not careful, I may find my eighty year-old self staring at a drawer full of Renaissance-style tights.

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